Observations

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His eyes spoke thousands upon thousands of words, but god forbid he open his mouth.

He stayed silent. Never in gods time would he ever speak when I spoke. I've caught glimpses of his face whilst in the middle of my pretentious monologues, and though he has something to say, he wouldn't dare speak it. He was too busy thinking, analyzing, and listening.

He stayed still. At soldiers attention while I bored the hell out of all others around. He always looked at me like I was god, but I am a mere speck in comparison. Eyes swimming with emotions left unspoken and pushed down, because repressing and not feeling is so much easier than feeling at all. But John, keeping secrets isn't real around me.

I know how you feel. Your eyes speak what you cannot, feel what you fear to even recognize. Secrets don't exist in my life, I thought you knew that. Your eyes, god your eyes. They speak so much. I wish you would open your goddamned mouth.